A steel warship with a towering bow was sailing on the vast sea, surrounded by a thin layer of cold fog that lingered within hundreds of meters of the vessel—this fog was like the curse entwined with the Sea Mist, stubbornly clinging to it even here in the relatively warm central waters, its coldness refusing to dissipate.
On the steel warship's deck, six triple-gun main turrets and dozens of large and small secondary guns were in combat-ready mode; the undead sailors enveloped in chill moved busily between the various facilities, preparing for the battle that might erupt at any moment;
Below the deck of the warship, in the ammunition lift, gears clanked as shell bags and cannonballs were continuously delivered to the transfer chambers of the gun turrets. Sailors operated pipe junctions scattered throughout the ship, checking the flow and pressure of sacred steam and grease throughout the vessel;